One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part III (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
LATE SUMMER _Heat lightning flickers in one cloud, As in a flow'r a firefly; Some rain-drops, that the rose-bush bowed, Jar through the leaves ...
LATE SUMMER _Heat lightning flickers in one cloud, As in a flow'r a firefly; Some rain-drops, that the rose-bush bowed, Jar through the leaves ...
"Thou askest with thy studious eyes again, Here where the restless forest hears the main Toss in a troubled sleep and moan. ...
EARLY SUMMER _The cricket in the rose-bush hedge Sings by the vine-entangled gate; The slim moon slants a timid edge Of pearl through one ...
IThe hills are full of propheciesAnd ancient voices of the dead;Of hidden shapes that no man sees,Pale, visionary presences,That speak ...
IGREEN, watery jets of light let throughThe rippling foliage drenched with dew;And golden glimmers, warm and dim,That in the vistaed ...
Wild ridge on ridge the wooded hills arise,Between whose breezy vistas gulfs of skiesPilot great clouds like towering argosies,And hawk ...
Ah, Geraldine, lost Geraldine, That night of love, when first we met, You have forgotten, Geraldine-- I never dreamed you would forget. Ah, Geraldine, ...
Do you know the way that goes Over fields of rue and rose,-- Warm of scent and hot of hue, Roofed with heaven's ...
See! the milk-white doe is wounded. He will follow as it bounds Through the woods. His horn has sounded. Echoing, for his men ...
During the siege of Bryan's Station, Kentucky, August 16, 1782, NicholasTomlinson and Thomas Bell, two inhabitants of the Fort, undertook ...
Once more the June with her great moon Poured harvest o'er the golden fields; Once more her days in hot, bright shields She ...
The Alps of the Tyrol are dark with pines,Where, foaming under the mountain spines,The Inn's long water sounds and shines.Beyond, ...
I stood in the forest on HURON HILL When the night was old and the world was still. The Wind was a ...
There is the ruined water-mill With its rotten wheel, that stands as still As its image that sleeps in the glassy pool Where ...
I PESSIMIST There is never a thing we dream or do But was dreamed and done in the ages gone; Everything's old; there is ...
Geraldine, Geraldine, Do you remember where The willows used to screen The water flowing fair? The mill-stream's banks of green Where first our love begun, When ...
IHe was not learned in any art;But Nature led him by the hand;And spoke her language to his heartSo he ...
TO G. F. M. THIS VOLUME IS INSCRIBED IN MEMORY OF MANY DAYS. _What though I dreamed of mountain heights, Of peaks, the barriers of ...
"Succinctae sacra Dianae".—OVIDThere the ragged sunlight layTawny on thick ferns and grayOn dark waters: dimmer,Lone and deep, the cypress groveBowered ...
With rod and line I took my way That led me through the gossip trees, Where all the forest was asway With hurry ...
I CAME upon a pool that shone,Clear, emerald-like, among the hills,That seemed old wizards round a stoneOf magic that a ...
A weed-grown slope, whereon the rain Has washed the brown rocks bare, Leads tangled from a lonely lane Down to a creek's broad ...
SHE.Nay; still amort, my love? Why dost thou lag? HE.The strix-owl cried. SHE. Nay! yon wild stream that leapsHoarse from the black pines ...
What joy you take in making hotness hotter, In emphasizing dullness with your buzz, Making monotony more monotonous! When Summer comes, and drouth ...
There is a woodland witch who liesWith bloom-bright limbs and beam-bright eyes,Among the water-flags, that rankThe slow brook's heron-haunted bank:The ...
I. I dreamed last night once more I stood Knee-deep in purple clover leas; Your old home glimmered thro' its wood Of dark and ...
White moons may come, white moons may go—She sleeps where early blossoms blow;Knows nothing of the leafy June,That leans above ...
IGlobed in Heav'n's tree of azure, golden mellow As some round apple hungHigh in hesperian boughs, thou hangest yellow The branch-like mists ...
I am a part of all you seeIn Nature; part of all you feel:I am the impact of the beeUpon ...
The teasel and the horsemint spreadThe hillside as with sunset, sownWith blossoms, o'er the Standing-StoneThat ripples in its rocky bed:There ...
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